Oh dear!! The skipper found out about Teresa's driving ability, here she is on her way back to dry land in Plymouth Sound.

Me and Kevin 'Basher' Briggs in New London, Connecticut. We were all issued with Spartan base-ball cap's. The Captain who had to be different, had his made with a row of "scrambled egg", gold braid to indicate his rank. So I went one better and had two rows of braid added to mine, made out of cardboard and sticky tape.

"Anybody remember "Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea"

Me and Dolly Gray having just landed in Cocoa Beach after a 24 hr flight. Only to be told that as we must be suffering from Jet-Lag we would have to relax for a couple of days. What a pity, I was really looking forward to getting back to work!!!!

The Junior Rates inter-branch quiz night. Seen here Rattler, Goody, and Marjorie Offen our Beer Bosun and Agony Aunt, representing the Control Room Stokers. Team name the 'Auto Greasers'. The 'dumb s*its', would have been more appropriate on this occasion. Displaying my AM I YOUR TYPE t-shirt which had been given to each of the crew by the Breward Community Blood Service for donating blood to their charitable organisation.

Duty alongside in Port Canaveral removing the cover from the fin, to gain access to the snort masts. Rattler doing the work whilst Goody (struggling to stay awake for this photograph), looks on.